"My tale isn't heroic, or nice as your history I'm sure. But I'll tell you anyways since you're my healer, and the one who I've done wrong. Maybe you'll understand the crazy words I said by learning of my past. I was born to a destinct pair of Lone Wolves that to be honest. Hated other wolves. My brother Shade and I started training to survive in a place far from Relic Lore called Death Pine Forest. The first lesson my father taught us, even though I now, after seeing the strength of packs, was Packs are weak, bottomfeeding losers that couldn't take care of themselves, so they hung together and shared food. He specifically told us never to join a pack, or we would taint our blood line. MY brother tried to object as he was the more reasonable one, my father beat him. I tried to get him to stop, he beat me. My father was a cruel, mean steel wall. Whenever I did something wrong, he beat me as a punishment. My mother eventually stepped in, conquering her fear of my father. She was too beaten. It got worse. During my final 'test' , a hunting assignment before I was to go off an live my life. My mother and fahter were attacked by a group of two or three lone wolves. Out of fright, I ran for his life. I thought all my family to be dead. My grandparents gone. My father was an only child, same as my mum as far as I know, I thought my brother Shade was in dead. But truth is I cannot really confirm that theory.
The words were so clear in her head. They still made the memories never fade. Not even the healers herbs could fix the emotional scarring she had. The only words she could manage was an apology. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier, I was wrong to be rude and throw some ungrateful terms around. It's something that no one except maybe my brother could undertand my reasons for saying what I did. I really am grateful for you and your packs help." She said. Truth also was that she was a major bi-polar wolf. She acted differently and it was annoying every wolf. Especially Shadowstorm herself.